![]() ![]() ![]() And each piece was supposed to be written to go with an illustration by a certain artist who was well established in the trade, and thought that he was in control of the creative collaboration. There wasn’t supposed to be a real plot line running through the series the thread connecting them would be simply a set of farcical characters centered around Samuel Pickwick, a well-to-do amateur anthropologist who goes out into the countryside to observe different kinds of recreation such as shooting, cricket, journalism, and Parliamentary elections. He had published a number of articles in various magazines, and a publisher approached Dickens with the proposal of doing a series of satirical “sporting pieces” that would, essentially, pull the nose of all the gentlemanly pastimes of contemporary (1836-7) England. The idea came about in an interesting way. Some would argue that his first real novel was, say, Nicholas Nickleby, but let’s not split hairs. The actual title is The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club. ![]()
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